Can't Give Him Hope

After hearing this, Hazel looked speechlessly at the clothes she was wearing. She didn't know where her clothes went, and if she were to take off her clothes now, there were no other clothes she could wear. Guiltily, Hazel could only ask, "Why did you design these clothes? You even have this sort of hobby?" Miles smiled. "I have a lot of hobbies, and I'm just starting to get interested in fashion design in recent years. I want to design clothes for you personally so that you can wear the clothes made by me, and it turns out that you look even stunning in them." The more Hazel listened, the more unnatural she felt. "Alright, alright. Stop flattering me. Can you act normal?" Hazel said helplessly. "I've always been normal. Besides, I've only designed clothes for you." Miles said. "But I don't feel anything at all. Clothes will just be clothes. For me, I'll wear anything wearable." With a smile, he replied, "Well, anyway, the clothes are still worn by you. I used to think that you wouldn'